This is a song about "Bangin body"

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Body after body i just watch them drop

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Im throwin' shots to yo body

They say nothings ever free

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Never tame to any part of the body/

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Mind out of my body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shoot bullets right through ya body

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three